I would get the belt, and I would cry. Daddy I didn't do anything wrong. I broke the vase thats all, please don't wipe me. Anna gets the belt.
Just because I worship a guys cock doesn't mean I like the person its hooked to. Last night I went to the bar. Mike was there, but we didn't even talk. I guess he's unable to be friends after a break up text. We were only together like a week officially. There was a band from Baraboo WI called something or other. They wanted to be Death Cab for Cutie, but the just didn't cut it. There lyrics are to fucking happy. No body wants to hear about how fucking happy you are. The bar I go to has free pizza from four to six. I always order on and only eat the corner pieces. There ended up being a guy there who I would never date. To clean and well put together, but we got along, and he ate the rest of my pizza. Eli was his name, his friends name was Nikita. I like that name Nikita. She was super hot. She liked guys like Eli who wear expensive watches, and expensive shirts, and jeans. A guy who won't let you touch his hair because he spent an hour on it before he came to the bar. A real metro sexual.
I like guys who are messy, not well put together. Not total slobs, but just a t-shirt and jeans. wake up and go hair, in fact if the wash their hair with bar soap even better. That just means that they need a girl friend to give them shampoo.
Give me pills. If your real friends you will send me pills in the mail. Dilauded 8mgs or four mgs. Oxycontin forty or 80mgs 20mgs are okay too. Email me privately email@example.com I made my bed I'll die in it. I made my bed I'll cry in it.